Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
In as a good a headpiece as yours, I warrant you that, for all your fine clothes, Sands, I think my penny as good silver as yours, every day i'th' week, I'll tell you but so. A Maid of eighteen, to play with babes-clouts, well, 'tis no matter, Let that pass though, go to, go to, 'tis an ill wind that blows nobody good, cry I, sure I rose o'th' right side today, I shall have a servant by and by, and a lusty Knave too, and here's the chincke, the chincke; as I was getting this rod even now, for my wise daughter, comes me Terpanders son, the angry boy, the smoker of Tobacco, the whoreson which could not endure his mother, Sdnds I was afraid at first to see myself alone with him, he did so stare with'is rolling eyes, and 'twas no force by'r Lady, for I had five good shillings in my purse; But he to put me out of doubt salutes me most lovingly, as thus, Stipes God save you, Save you Stipes— no, Stipes God save you— Stipes be hanged— a blockhead, Sdnds I doubt I should make but a scurvy Gentleman, I want the trick on't.— But let that pass though, I have the money here, and presently, my man will come, which Anteros will send me, whom, if I have not paid me every morning my forty brace of legs and caps— no more. Why so, I me fairly accoutred, as becomes a shepherd's servant— But swig for see my Master. Here must I quite disrobe myself of all my former manners, garb, behaviour, and put the plod o'th' Country on.— How now? What jolly whistler have we got here trow? Hi, hi, a dancer too? ay, ay, by'r Lady For ought I know, this is the man I spoke of, Or else if not, here's one could wish he were. A sturdy knave, a lusty proper knave. I like him well, he has a back for burdens. You Sirrah, you; What say you, you? I say whom do you seek here you? I seek a Shepherd you. I am a Shepherd. But I seek a Shepherd, whose name is Stipes. I am the man you knave, you come from Anteros? Yea. To serve me? Yea. In good time, how now saucy Jack? how now proud, prodigal knave? where are your twenty legs unto your Master? Go to, Go to, to work, begin, well said. Anteros makes legs. 1.2.3.4 5 6. So, so, enough, I do forgive the rest. Turn you about, umh, umh, a good squat fellow, a well quartered man, By'r Lady, and if he had but moans would make a pretty husband for my daughter Merda. Has he a daughter? and are there women here? uh uh uh— O I am fallen from heaven into a coal-pit! Why Merda, I say, my daughter Merda I say, the foolish girl's afraid I know, go to, go to, I will forgive her. Merda I say. But you Sir Squire o'th' o'th' dog, what is your name? high, which way look you? My name is Ieoffry.
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In as a good a headpeece as yours, I warrant you that, for all your fine cloathes, Sands, I thinke my penny as good ſiluer as yours, euery day i'th weeke, I'le tell you but ſo. A Mayde of eighteene, to play with babes-clouts, well, 'tis no matter, Let that paſſe though, goe to, goe to, 'tis an ill winde that blowes no body good, cry I, ſure roſe o'th right ſide to day, I ſhall haue a ſeruant by and by, and a luſty Knaue too, and here's the chincke, the chincke; as I was getting this rod euen now, for my wiſe daughter, comes me Terpanders ſonne, the angry boy, the ſmoaker of Tobacco, the whorſon which could not endure his mother, Snds I was afraid at firſt to ſee my ſelfe alone with him, he did ſo ſtare with'is rowling eyes, and 'twas no force by'r Lady, for I had fiue good ſhillings in my purſe; But he to put me out of doubt ſalutes me moſt louingly, as thus, Stipes God ſaue you, Saue you Stipes — no, Stipes God ſaue you — Stipes be hang'd — a blockhead, Sdnds J doubt I ſhould make but a ſcuruie Gentleman, I want the trick ont.— But let that paſſe though, I haue the mony here, and preſently, my man will come, which Anteros will ſend me, whom, if I haue not pay'd me euery morning my forty brace of legges and caps —no more. Why ſo, I me fairely accoutred, as becomes a Sheepheards ſeruant — But ſwig for ſee my Maſter. Here muſt I quite diſrobe my ſelfe of all my former manners, garbe, behauiour, and put the plod o'th Coutry on.— How now? What iolly whiſtler haue vve got here trow? Hi, hi, a dancer too? I, I, by'r Lady For ought I know, this is the man I ſpoke of, Or elſe if not, here's one could wiſh hee were. A ſturdy knaue, a luſty proper knaue. I like him well, he ha's a backe for burthens. You Sirrah, you; What ſay you, you? I ſay whom doe you ſeeke here you? I ſeeke a Sheepheard you. I am a Sheepheard. But I ſeeke a Sheepheard, whoſe name is Stipes. I am the man you knaue, you come from Anteros? Yeas. To ſerue mee? Yeas. In good time, how now ſaucy Iacke? how now proud, prodigall knaue? where are your twenty legs vnto your Maſter? Goe to, Goe to, to worke, begin, well ſaid. Anteros makes legs. 1.2.3.4 5 6. So, ſo, enough, I doe forgiue the reſt. Turne you about, vm, vm, a good ſquat fellow, a well quarterd man, By'r Lady, and if hee had but moanes would make a pretty husband for my daughter Merda. Has he a daughter? and are there women here? o o o— O I am fallen from heauen into a Colepit! Why Merda, I ſay, my daughter Merda I ſay, the fooliſh girle's affrayd I know, go to, go to, I will forgiue her. Merda I ſay. But you Sir Squire'oth' dog, what is your name? Hy, which way looke you? My name is Ieoffry.